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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.