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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.