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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.