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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.