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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.