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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.