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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Magma,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.