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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.