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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.