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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.