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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Slave,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.