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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.