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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.