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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.