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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.