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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.