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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.