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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.