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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.