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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.