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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
the Association,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.