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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
New Order,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.