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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Swans,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.