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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.