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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.