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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.