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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.