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 Finland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Model 500,
The Remains,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.