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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.