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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.