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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Audionom to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.