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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.