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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.