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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.