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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.