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 Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The Saints,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Can,
The Index,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.