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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.