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 India and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
cv313,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.