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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Wire,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.