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 Mali 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.