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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Mars,
The Index,
Crime,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.