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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.