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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.