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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.