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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.