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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.