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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.