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 Italy 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Japan,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Wire,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.