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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Slave,
Liliput,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.