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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.