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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.