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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.