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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.