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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.