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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.