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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.