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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.