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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.