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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.