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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.