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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.