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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.