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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.