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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.