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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.