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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.