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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.