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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.