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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.