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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
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.