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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Zeros to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Wings,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.