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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.