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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.