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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.