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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.