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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
X-102,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.