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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.