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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.