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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.