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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.