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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Slave,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Can,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.