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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Japan,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.