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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Letta Mbulu 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.