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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.