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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.