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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
New Order,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.