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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 snare 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.