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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.