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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.