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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Second Layer,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.