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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.