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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.