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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.