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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.