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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.