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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.