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 Brunei and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.