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 Malta and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.