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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.