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 Thailand and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.