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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.