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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.