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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.