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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.