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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.