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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.