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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.