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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.