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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Japan,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.