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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.