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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.