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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Wings,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.