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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.