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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Smog,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.