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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
The Move,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.