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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.