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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.