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 Hungary and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.