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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Technova,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.