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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.