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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.