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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Smog,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.