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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.