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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Wire,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.