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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.