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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.