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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.