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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.