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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.