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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.