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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.