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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.