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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Can,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.