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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.