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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.