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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Oneida,
Index,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.