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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.