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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.