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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.