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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.