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 India 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.