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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mad Mike 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
MC5,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.