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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.