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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.