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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.