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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.