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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Q65,
Make Up,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.