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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.