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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Crime to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.