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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
MC5,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.