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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.