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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.