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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.