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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.