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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Fall,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.