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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.