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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.