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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.