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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Scion,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.