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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.