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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.