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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Franke,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Quantec,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.