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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.