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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.