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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.