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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.