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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Japan,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The Evens,
X-101,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.