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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.