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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.