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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.