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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.