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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.