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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Pole,
Wings,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.