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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.