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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.