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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.