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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.