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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.