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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.