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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.