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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.