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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.