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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.