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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Visage,
John Holt,
UT,
Franke,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.