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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.