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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.