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 China and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.