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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Organ to the rock 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.