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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Normal to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.