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 Iraq 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.