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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.