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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Scion,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.