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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.