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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.