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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.