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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.