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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.