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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Erasure,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.