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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
MDC,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.