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 France and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.