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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.