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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.