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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.