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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.