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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.