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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.