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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.