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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.