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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.