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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.