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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.