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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.