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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.