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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.