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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.