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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Monks,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.