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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.