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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.