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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.