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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.