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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.