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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
MDC,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.