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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Crime,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.