Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.