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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Japan,
Echospace,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.