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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Wire,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.