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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.