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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Organ,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.