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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Monks,
This Heat,
Visage,
The Gories,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.