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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.