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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.