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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.