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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Faust,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.