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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.