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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.