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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Q65,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
cv313,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.