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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Hashim,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.