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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.