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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
DNA,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.