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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.