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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
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.