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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.