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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.