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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 chamberlin 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.