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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.