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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.