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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.