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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.