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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.