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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Pierre Henry 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.