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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.