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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.