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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.