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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Mars,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.