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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
the Germs,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.