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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.