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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.