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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.