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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.