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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.