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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.