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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
AZ,
Flipper,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.