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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.