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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.