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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.