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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.