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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.