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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
MC5,
UT,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.