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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
New Order,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.