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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.