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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.