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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Smog,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.