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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
PIL,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.