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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.