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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.