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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.