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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.