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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.