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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.