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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.