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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.