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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.