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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Hoover,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.