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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Qualms to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.