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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Television,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.