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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.