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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.