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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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?
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.