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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.