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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.