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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.