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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Procol Harum to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Index,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.