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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.