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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.