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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.