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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.