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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.