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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.