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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.