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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.