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 India and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.