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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Can,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.