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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.