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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.