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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.