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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.