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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.