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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
ABC,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.