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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Brick,
Kayak,
Can,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.