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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.