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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.