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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Halifax.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.