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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.