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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.