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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.