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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.