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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.