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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.