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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Magma 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
New Order,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.