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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.