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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Slave,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.