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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Can,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.