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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.