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 Turkey and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.