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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Excepter,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.