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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.