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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.