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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.