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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.