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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Wings,
Ice-T,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.