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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.