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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.