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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.