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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funky Four + One 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.