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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.