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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.