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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.