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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.