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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.