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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.