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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Aswad,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.