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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.