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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.