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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.