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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.