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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Interpol,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.