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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Juan Atkins 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.