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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
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.