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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Can,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.