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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.