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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.