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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.