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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.