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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions 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?
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.