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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.