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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.