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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.