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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
UT,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.