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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.