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 Zambia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.