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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.