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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.