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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.