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 France and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.