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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Gong,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Can,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.