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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.