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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.