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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.