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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.