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 Thailand and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Index,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
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.