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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
JFA,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.