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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.