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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.