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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.