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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Little Man,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.