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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.