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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.