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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.