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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.