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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.