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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.