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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.