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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
John Cale,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.