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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.