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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.