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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.