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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.