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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane 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?
June of 44,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.