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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.