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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.