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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Move,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.