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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.