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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.