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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.