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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.