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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.