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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.