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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.