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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.