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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Doors,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.