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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Crime,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.