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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.