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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.