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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.