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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Wings,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.