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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.