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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.