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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Brick,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.