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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.