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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.