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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.