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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.