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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Names,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.