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 Samoa and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.