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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.