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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Slave,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.