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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.