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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.