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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.