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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Echospace,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.