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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.