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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Japan to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Aswad,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.