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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.