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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.