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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.