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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.