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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
AZ,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.