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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.