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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.