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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.