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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.