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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.