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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Wake,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.