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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Neu!,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.