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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s 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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.