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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.