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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.