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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Neu!,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Mars,
Liliput,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Smog,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.