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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.