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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.