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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Scion,
Ten City,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.