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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.