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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.