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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Index,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.