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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.