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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Can,
Cymande,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.