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 Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.