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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
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.