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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.