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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.