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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.