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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Q65,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.