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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.