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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.