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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Magazine to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.