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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scion to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.