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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.