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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Josef K,
June Days,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.