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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.