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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.