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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.