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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.