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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.