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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
June Days,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.