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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.