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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.