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 Mali and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.