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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.