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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.