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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.