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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.