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 Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.