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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.