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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
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,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.