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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.