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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Magma,
UT,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.