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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.