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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.