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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.