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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.