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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.