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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.