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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.