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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Q65,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.