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 Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Excepter,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.