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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.