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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.