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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.