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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.