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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.