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 Liberia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.