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 China and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.