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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Gladiators to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.