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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
ABC,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.