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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.