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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.