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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.