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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.