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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.