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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Fear,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.