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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
The Index,
John Cale,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Franke,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.