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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
cv313,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.