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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.