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 Mauritania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.