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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.