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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.