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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.