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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
X-102,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.