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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Television to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.