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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.