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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.