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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.